With a stroke of the brush, it shifted.
The auras of life and death flowed along the brush tip. As it moved, black and gray, red and white alternated between its strokes.
Strange Painter was utterly focused, painting with her life.
From Jade Maiden, she had already learned that Blood Robe Sword God was no ordinary person.
Jade Maiden also knew something of what she had done for Blood Robe Sword God.
Jade Maiden told her to do it well, saying that Blood Robe Sword God was likely forging a magical treasure related to the Netherworld.
Yet from Strange Painter's conversations with Qi Qi and those great Netherworld powers, she could clearly sense Blood Robe Sword God's ambition.
He was not merely forging a magical treasure.
He truly intended to establish the Netherworld of myth and legend.
When Jade Maiden first heard this, she had laughed speechlessly.
"The true Netherworld is beyond even those of the Great Supreme Truth realm. It is nothing more than legend."
After all, a Yang Spirit Heavenly Venerate in the Great Supreme Truth realm generally only controlled a single Great Supreme Truth.
Yet building the Netherworld might require far more than one Great Supreme Truth.
Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation... and more. There were simply too many Great Supreme Truths required.
Perhaps even gathering every Supreme Truth Heavenly Venerate from the Nine Heavens would not be enough to build the Netherworld.
Strange Painter did not know all that much, but she understood that Qi Yuan was not merely talking.
The Mountains and Rivers Divine Brush in her hand trembled at that moment.
Suddenly, from the Ghost Gate she had painted ahead, a sweet young girl's voice seemed to drift out amid the gloom.
"Ghost Gate, nine out of ten never return."
"Ghost Gate, yin and